MIRA
He looks breathtakingly, wearing human fashion clothes. Not that his usual black and grey ones didn’t suit him. But this novelty makes me blush for some reason.
“Tell me it’s not about that ex-fiancé of yours”, he grits through his teeth, sparks of magic in his eyes.
“You mean the dress?”, I bite my lip again.
“Yes, Mira, I mean the dress,” he crosses his hands on his chest.
“Of course not”, I am trying to hold back a laugh, “It’s about them talking behind my back. And not in the best of ways.”
“You know, Mira”, he steps closer and pulls me into his arms, holding me by my waist, “I will buy you the whole shop if you want it, but I wouldn’t tolerate you thinking about others.”
“Well, then it’s good that I am not,” I chuckle and he slams his lips into mine. He is kissin
